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C0PY«IGHT, lS86, 
BY 

AELLA GREENF, 



CLARK W. BRYAN & COMPANY, 
KLECTROTYPERS, PRINTERS AND BINDERS, 

HOLYOKE, MASS. 



CONTENTS. 



"Joy Sings Serenely," .... 


5 


Thy Benisons, ..... 


5 


"Thou Shalt Discern," .... 


6 


By Warring Well, .... 


7 


Wave and Bird, .... 


8 


Stanza and Sequel, .... 


I 3-1 01 


The Bright Belief, .... 


102 


" Where the Noble Have Their Country," 


105 


"Bright on Your Native Hills," . 


106 


"She Placed the Bitter-sweet," . 


108 


Always with Thee, .... 


no 


Through Grief, .... 


III 


"Too Many Hdarts are Sad To-night," 


"3 


Blessings for the Helpful, 


114 


The Forty-second, .... 


"5 


The Critics, . . 


117 


The Retort, .... 


118 


Reminiscences, 


I 19-144 


My Native Land, . . . . . 


144 


The Sweetheart, ... 


146 


For All Like Thee, 


147 


"The Stars Have Heard," 


148 


"Come, Happy Bird," .... 


148 


"Prize Thou Thyself," 


ISO 


A Tribute, .... 


152 


Into the Sunshine, 


155 


The Conflict, . . . " . 


157-167 



"JOY SINGS SERENELY." 

IOY sings serenely in his heart 
Who lives devoted to the art 
Of helpfulness. 

And Joy for him shall ever sing, 
While all their days of greed shall bring 
To selfish men 

The dissonance of selfishness ; 
And discord, darkness, and duress, 
Their ultimate. 



THY BENISONS. 

WOULDST thou thy gift should be of worth 
To him thou blessest in the earth, 
And, likewise, prove to thee a boon, 
The given staff, or loaf, or tune, — 
Then see thou well that no design 
Of selfishness, at date, be thine ; 
Nor, after, let that sordid prove 
Whose only origin was love. 



"THOU SHALT DISCERN. 

Bestow thy benisons, to tell 
Thy heart delighteth to do well ; 
Or, give unthinking, as the spring 
Sends out its wealth, or, on glad wing, 
The bird, as happy as the air. 
Pours forth its carols everywhere! 



"THOU SHALT DISCERN." 

DESPITE the darkness and the din, 
And all the tendencies to sin 
Thou findest here, 

Earth is the place and now the time, 
To win the boon of happy chime 
For that Beyond, 

Where, if thou bravely livest here. 
Thou shalt discern, with vision clear. 
The meaning high 

Of all the mysteries of earth. 
And find those things had real worth 
That useless seemed. 



BY WARRING WELL. 



And, grateful, thank the Eternal Mind 
That He, the Infinite, the Kind 
Hath planned it all ! 



BY WARRING WELL. 

WHEN, dominant by warring well, 
And in the fight grown strong, 
The soul reigns o'er the outer self 
That held it subject long, 

The calm serenity of bliss 

And purposes of good 
Prompt no extravagance of praise, 

To voice the gratitude 

For that ennoblement that is 

Too great for words to tell ; 
And boon and fitting thanks are both 

Best told by living well. 



WAVE AND BIRD. 



WAVE AND BIRD. 



TO those indued with power to see, 
And given an ear for minstrelsy, 
There's meaning high in every sound 
And every scene the wide earth round. 
The music of this lakelet's wave, 
That seems to some but meant to lave 
The shore, recede and surge again. 
Thought-freighted comes to thoughtful men, 
And, blending with the voice of bird 
In hymn as grand as ear hath heard, 
Shall cheer the pilgrim on his way. 
Inspiring him with faith to say — 
Night bringeth day, grief bringeth bliss • 
And never that, but cometh this! 

So, welcome grief in every form — 
The piercing blast, the whelming storm, 
Affliction's flail and busy mill, 
Its thorny path up rugged hill. 
Or desert sands to scorch the feet. 
Where torrid suns their fervors beat, 



WAVE AND BIRD. 

Or barren, bleak and sunless plains, 
Where Doubt's grim winter monarch reigns ! 

Though well enthroned, that icy king 
Shall flee before Faith's radiant spring 
Of bud, and brook, and heavenly blue. 
And stars serene the sweet nights through. 
And fragrant hours of morn, to lead, 
Through flowery path, to pleasant mead 
And hills of hope, where Edens are 
Without a flaming sword to bar ; 
The hills whereon, from dawn to star, 
And from the star to dawn again, 
Angels descend to bring to men 
The sweetest message of the skies — 
Faith always true ; Doubt always lies ! 

Sing on, sweet bird, and lakelet smg, 
Through all the joyous days of spring ; 
And when shall glow the summer days 
With their intensity of praise 
For roses and the wheaten sheaf, 
A*"d sign of corn and flaming leaf. 



lO WAVE AND BIRD. 

Then, for its seen and unseen worth, 
Sing praise to Him who made the earth. 

And in the time of frost and snows. 
When fierce the wrath of winter blows, 
Love's group around his cheerful fires 
Will sing the song that hope inspires. 
Whilst thou, sweet bird, in sunnier clime, 
Shalt sing, prophetic of the time 
When flowers and grasses shall again 
Delight each northern glade and glen, 
And waters of the lake and burn 
. Announce, blithe bird, thy glad return. 

But they who think, by power of song 
To urge the winter days along. 
Will find, however brave they sing, 
That Winter in his time is king. 
Yet, dulcet one, they can defy 
His fiercest wrath and coldest sky ; 
For, if some pilgrim needing rest, 
Should pray awhile to be their guest, 
And, heeding thine unselfish way, 
Spontaneous as thy roundelay. 



WAVE AND BIRD. 

They give the weary needed cheer, — 
Though 'tis the wintriest of the year, 
To them their deeds of love shall bring, 
The breath and blossoms of the spring ! 

Songster, how well thy carols fit 
The teaching of an ancient writ, — 
That cometh bliss or cometh ban, 
To each, as each his fellow man 
Hath given all he could to bless, 
Or, spurning, left in want's duress ; 
That kindness to earth's humblest one 
Is unto Christ, the Master, done. 
Who meteth bounds for all the days. 
Whom all the seasons voice and praise ; 
The Christ who spake as never spake 
Or man, or bird, or burn, or lake, — 
Or rather told what all things tell 
To those who study nature well. 

Sweet wave and warbler, as ye sing. 
To me the Master's words ye bring — 
" To those in need, to me gave ye ; 
To them refused, refused to me. 



12 WAVE AND BIRD. 

If unto them ye gave but ill, 

Then bitterness your cup shall fill; 

Gave ye them good, that ye I give, 

And ask ye with your Lord to live 

Where ye, while heaven's long day shall burn. 

May all the bliss of blessing learn." 

Creator of the wave and bird, 
Inspirer of the Master's word. 
Aid me the earth to rightly see 
And thoughtful hear its minstrelsy, 
And learn and heed the teachings high 
Which all thy wondrous works imply — 
That they who bless their fellow men 
Shall reap their given good again ; 
That joy can ever be secured 
Through griefs in patient trust endured ; 
And, sweetest note of all the song, 
Faith always right, Doubt always wrong ! 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Horatius. 

COMPANION of my boyhood 
And friend of all my years, 
Sublimely well enduring 

Woes all too deep for tears ; 
Responsive to your summons, 

I come to share your grief, 
To rhyme in reminiscence 

And sing a bright belief; 
Predicting you soon finding 

The dawn succeed the night, 
If thorns, likewise the roses. 

And after wrong the right! 

Away from scenes of traffic. 
Away from business cares, 

In which you toil so bravely 
To kill the grief that wears, 

Only to find, in toiling. 
The work of no avail; 



14 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

You come to ask of nature 
A balm that will not fail. 

Among the Berkshire mountains 
Where nature does its best 

To aid the tired and grieving 
With satisfying rest, 

You come, my loved Ethelbert, 

Sighing at every breath, 
Yet glowing with high purpose 

To battle to the death 
The griefs so fiercely gnawing 

The heart of one as brave 
As he, all uncomplaining, 

Imperiled land to save, 
Who risks amid red carnage. 

With willingness, his life. 
And joys to be called worthy 

To perish in the strife. 

This excellence of patience 
Is foretaste, in the grief. 
Prophetic of fruition. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 1 5 

Quick after the belief, 
That, tribulation suffered, 

With bravery and love. 
And faith that says the Father 

Sends trials from above, 
Grief's fiends shall flee, and angels 

Unlock the gates of light 
And usher in the morning, 

To follow sorrow's night. 



Ethelbert, near these mountains 

The hamlet of your birth, 
That seemed to you. in childhood, 

The loveliest spot of earti'i: 
Where all the days of winter 

Were happy days for you. 
However wild the drifting 

Of snowy storms that blew; 
And happy was the spring-time, 

And days of summer bloom 
Poured joys until for others 

Your heart had not the room. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

When fiercest heat was over, 

And on the pasture hill 
The steers, rid of their tackle, 

Were left to feed at will ; 
And orchards bent with pippins 

Around a buckwheat field 
That gave a fragrant promise 

Of an abundant yield, 
Delightful then your dreaming, 

As August waned away, 
When seemed the hours half summer, 

And autumn, still, the day. 



Then mornings all, and sunsets. 

To you were choicest gold, 
And days with joys were brimming 

As full as days could hold. 
Ah ! sweet and fairy valley ! 

Where birds and purling streams. 
Cascades and hill-side forest?, 

Excelled your brightest dreams ; 
Where poet might sing sweetest, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 1/ 

With scene above the psalm 
Affording hearts the saddest 
Sufficing rest and balm. 

And, still, to you, 'tis fiction 

To name the hamlet blest, 
Though there began your being, 

And there your kindred rest ; 
And there your days were halcyon 

With skies of peaceful hue, 
And seemed the good translated 

No happier than you ! 
For there, a little later, 

The sadness must begin. 
The sweet of life turn bitter, 

Its melody be din ; 

And all its pleasant castles 

Be crumbled into dust ; 
And this, because they doubted 

Who should have given trust. 
Ah well do I remember. 



l8 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

You had a darkened sky ; 
My angel of good blessing, 

Appeared to pass you by. 
The wreck of your ambitions 

It needeth not to tell ; 
For all the doleful stor}' 

Your sad heart knows too well. 



Ethelbert. 
Those words, " because they doubted 

Who should have given trust!" 
O doubt, that quenches morning! 

O doubt, to gold the rust ! 
Was ever soul in sadness 
• But through another's doubt.'' 
Was ever soul defeated, 

Suspicion caused the rout! 



Horatius. 
Not winning in your wooing 
Nor famous for your pen, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. I9 

You Still kept faith in heaven, 

Though losing faith in men ; 
And still lived ever noble, 

Or was it day, or dark, 
Your god appeased or frowning, 

A raven or a lark. 
Your bird ; and now, slow starving 

For joys of love, yet strong; 
Sad, almost unto dying. 

Yet, patient under wrong! 



EtJulbert. 
Fit praises thine for heroes ; 

Too high for men like me, 
My heart must still accept them 

For their sincerity. 
And thanking thee for giving 

The trust I needed long 
From others than Horatius, 

I ask of him a song; 
His own sweet, soul-felt, singing, 



20 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

To keep the hope alive, 
Which he, in tune with nature, 
Has made asrain revive. 



Horatius. 

The sweetest songsters carol, 

Among these Berkshire hills. 
In harmony with music 

Arising from the rills 
That flow with silvery murmur. 

In melody along, 
And charm as if in heaven 

They learned the art of song, 
And were by Him empowered 

Who formed the starr}' spheres 
And guides their rhythmic motion 

Through all the circling years. 

Bright brooks ! they came from heaven, 

To teach the tuneful art, 
And woo men from their sorrows 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

And from their cares apart ; 
To teach them high behavior, 

And gentle ways and true, 
Inspiring them with courage 

To fight life's battles through; 
The while, through all the harshness 

That gives to earth its ban, 
They live attuned for living 

Where harmony began. 



There other brooks, in chorus 

With other birds, shall sing, 
To tell the power and goodness 

Of the Eternal King; 
And welcome home the singers 

From dissonance of time 
To melodies of heaven 

And zephyrs of the clime. 
Where, with the golden city, 

Shall be the pleasant field; 
The tree of life forever 

Its healthful fruitage yield; 



22 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

The hill-side and the forest, 

And rocky glen, be there. 
And highest angel escort 

Delight to give their care 
To those who come to study, 

In leisure of that land, 
The features of the country 

Which sin has never banned. 
May one among the number 

Be you who love the rills 
That carol like the songsters 

Among these restful hills. 



When rivulets with singing 

Have cheered Ethelbert's heart, 
May angel guide attend him, 

That, when he hence depart. 
He journey to the eastward. 

To hills that poet sung 
The grandeur of v.hose numbers 

Honors our English tongue. 
Inhaling rarest zephyrs 



STANZA AND SEQUEL, 23 

To make the spirit strong; 
With feet in tune with cadence 
Of Bryant's noble song, 

•Which thou shalt hear repeated 

By tuneful brooks and birds, 
As if the bard walked with thee, 

To speak his own grand words, 
Ascend the heights o'erlooking 

The homes of Cummington, 
Ensconced below the hill-side 

Where Bryant's life begun. 
When thou hast done due worship 

Ascend still other height. 
And vale of rarest beauty 

Shall meet thy raptured sight ! 

There sweet a shining river 

Flows singing to the sea, 
And purls with charming cadence 

Where smiling landscapes be. 
Gemmed bright with pleasant mansions. 



24 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

In form and look that seem 
The counterpart of castles 

That fill youth's brightest dream. 
There, sentineled by mountains, 

The vale its verdure spreads. 
When, cheering after winter, 

The May sun radiance sheds. 

Bright hues of flame and crimson, 

And wealth of dun and gold 
The hardy mountain beeches 

And valley maples hold. 
When frost and autumn sunshine 

Their chemistry have done. 
In glorious completion 

Of work the spring begun ; 
And there, within that valley, 

In other days, a scene 
That fills with choicest fragrance 

The years that intervene ! 

And that sweet scene shall ever 
The river, glade, and glen 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 25 

Invest with charms of romance, 

And witness unto men 
The bravery of a maiden, 

Who so could say "forgive," 
That one whom she deserted 

Bade the repentant live, 
And be his inspiration, 

A consort and a mate ; 
A token that kind heaven 

Would help him conquer fate. 

And ne'er did lordly courtier, 

The bravest and the best, 
On love's ennobling errand. 

From royal halls, in quest 
Of one to match the visions 

With which the gods inspire. 
Who with celestial courage 

The manly bosom fire. 
To do the grandest wooing. 

Find such transcendent worth 
As crowns the name of Lillian 

The brightest of the earth ! 



26 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Thy loveliness, sweet valley, 

Which Metawampe guards, 
Hath now especial meaning 

Above the song of bards. 
Dear vale! whose faithful maiden 

Rebelled against her kin, 
Until they bade him welcome 

Who sought her heart to win, 
That maiden's ways heroic 

Have made the sunrise shore 
Of thy majestic river 

Inspiring evermore ! 



Bright fairy-land, where angels 

Attend when lovers wait 
And aid the thoughts surpassing 

All else however great ! 
Their happy faces, mirrored. 

Reflect the thoughts of love 
Aglow upon the features 

Of each glad face, above 
The kindly waters, reading, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 27 

In limpid river blue, 
That each heart loves the other, 
And will for life be true. 



Land of the sweet romances ! 

Therein, the legends say, 
Bright ministrants of heaven, 

On silver nights of May, 
Expectant in an arbor, 

Wait with the words that save 
From cowardice the lover 

And make the maiden brave ; 
And when the pledge is spoken 

To crown love's high emprise, 
They soar from Metawampe, 

To tell the waiting skies ! 



In honor of the maiden 

Who, quenching one heart's hell, 
For two hearts made earth, heaven. 

The scene he bids me tell 
I sing, to cheer Ethelbert, 



28 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

To whom a fate unkind, 
Anent the noble passion; 

And if Ethelbert find 
The scene at Metawampe 

To him good omen brings, 
Thrice happy his companion 

Of Metawampe sings : 



While cheering light 
Of morning bright 
O'er eastern height is glowing, 

And choicest flowers 
In any bowers 
Or any landscape growing, 

Their sweets exhale, 
To fill the gale 
Soft on the valley blowing, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 29 

Thou sweetest bird 
Mine ears have heard, 
Whose Hquid music, flowing, 

Hath magic charms 
To still alarms, 
The sweetest peace bestowing, 

On fleetest wing 
Fly thou, and sing, 
To cheer a brave heart bearing 

A load of grief 
Beyond belief, 
Beyond an angel's daring; 

Though worn and faint, 
Giving no plaint, 
But brave on life's road faring; 

Through griefs, discreet. 
With spirit sweet, 
Well worth an angel's sharing. 



30 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Sing, bird of cheer ! 
So he shall hear 
Above earth's loudest blaring; 

And sing again 
To cheer him, when 
Noon's fervid heats are burning; 

Assure him well 
That thou wilt tell, 
Ere next the noon's returning, 

In thy best tune, 
That some sweet boon 
Shall soothe the plaintive yearning 

Of his sad heart, 
As he, the art 
Of grand endurance learning, 

Seeks only joy 
Which doth not cloy, 
All vain enjoyment spurning. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 3I 

Then, svveetest bird 
Mine ears have heard, 
When sunset's wealth is streaming, 

In western skies. 
To glad the eyes 
And set the spirit dreaming 

Of Ind of old 
Or towers of gold 
With heavenly splendors beaming, 

Sing once again. 
And tell him when, 
Thy pledge in truth redeeming, 

Thou bringest joy, 
It shall not cloy 
Nor be less than its seeming ! 



The world to bless 
With his success, 
By grand impulses driven, 



33 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Leon to art 
His head and heart, 
Through toilsome years, had given; 

To win a name 
And merit fame, 
Most manfully had striven ; 

Not thought of ease. 
Nor wish to please, 
From purpose firm unnerving ; 

And painted well 
Both flood and fell, 
A high reward deserving. 

But Fashion bold, 
By threats and gold, 
The coward critics swerving, 

They named him cheap. 
And much and deep 
They planned to shame and grieve him. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 3^ 



And Fashion's queen, 
High in her spleen, 
Induced that one to leave him 

\Mio vowed, by skies 
And stars, to prize 
And never to deceive him. 

For fiat dread 
By Fashion said 
Receives a quick obeying, 

Though Fashion ask 
Laborious task. 
Or even ask the slaying 

Of sweetest dove 
The God of love 
E'er sent to earth, conveying 

A message down, 
With joy to crown 
Two hearts their pledges saying. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

To whim accursed, 
By mother nursed, 
Who hoped her Lillian mating 

With one of fame 
Who had, with name. 
The wealth for finest feting ; 

The wealth to blaze 
Through golden days 
To her own fullest sating, — 

To whim accursed 
By mother nursed 
Who managed the alliance, 

Fair Lillian said 
She would not wed 
But disregard affiance, 

From Leon turn. 
Who soon would learn. 
Her own act scarce regretting, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 35 

In Other face 
His hope to trace, 
His first love soon forgetting. 

This noble girl, 
For Fashion's whirl 
By mother false intended. 

In traits and lore 
Resembled more 
The father long ascended. 

And when she died 
Who thus belied, 
The motherless, though weeping, 

Found still a voice 
That could rejoice 
In freedom from that keeping. 

Love's longing then, 
And inner ken 
Was quickened to discerning 



36 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

What great mistake 
The heart must make 
When from its true mate turning. 

Her guardian kin 
Vowed it " high sin 
That LilHan should love him. 

" Wretch, who pretends ! 
For we, her friends. 
Are socially above him !" 

Grew Lillian brave ; 
No longer slave 
To Fashion's bold commanding, 

She valued worth 
More than high birth 
And more than social standing. 

One saddened year 
She rambled here, 
And homeward when returning 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. ^J 

She dared to say, 
" Their cruel sway 
Henceforward firmly spurning, 

" Some day I'll wed 
Him whom I said, 
In answer to his pleading, 

" From me should go. 
Ah day of woe ! 
When I, in that false leading 

" Subserv'ient kept, 
As Leon wept. 
Could crush his heart to bleeding:!" 



The morn returns 
And kindly burns, 
Its silver splendors playing 



38 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

On eastern hills, 
Whence happy rills, 
The river's call obeying, 

Flowed singing sweet, 
In vale to greet, 
When first the murk was graying, 

One breaking rest, 
To come in quest, 
Ere children came for Maying, 

Of choicest flowers, 
In field and bowers 
So sweet that angels straying 

To earth, to ken 

The ways of men, 
Therein protract their staying. 

The bloom to get. 
And hoping, yet, 
Angels, this morning, tarry, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 39, 



She comes to pray 
They right words say, 
That she the words may carry. 

When she shall go, 
E're noontide glow, 
To cheer a heart so chary 

She must be brave 
Who thinks to save, 
And gentle as a fairy. 

With right address. 
Who seeks to bless 
The one from griefs so wary 

He would suspect. 
In friend direct, 
A foe, and quickly parry 

Faith's very deed 
His heart should need 
To lift him from his grieving 



40 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

At words she sent 
And would repent, 
With tears and full retrieving. 

Thus she relates ; 
In arbor waits 
Angelic one, receiving, 

Through perfumed air, 
Her earnest prayer, 
And then, a message leaving, 

Toward the skies 
Doth grandly rise, 
His way with bright wing cleaving. 

The angel flown ; 
And when alone. 
The flowers with laurel twining, 

Their truth to tell. 
Doth Lillian dwell 
Glad on his words, designing 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 41 

Those words to heed, 
When she shall read, 
Their truth in full divining. 

And, dulcet one, 
At yester sun, 
Whom I heard joyful flinging 

Thy carols high, 
From earth to sky, 
As welcome message bringing. 

Fly speeding back 
Thine azure track 
To him whose grief is clinging, 

A bird austere, 
Raven of fear, — 
But it shall flee thy singing. 

Bird of sweet song, 
Fly swift along, 
And fly with bravest winging 



%2 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Of bird whose word 
Might be inferred 
Would set these bright hours ringing ! 

As breaks the day, 
Bird, speed away, 
And herald her whose cheering 

His heart shall reach. 
And winsome teach, 
And aid to cease his fearing. 

Now to his eyes 
What glad surprise ! 
Is angel form appearing? 

Doth most it seem 
Or true or dream ? 
A maiden bravely nearing! 

And her whose doubt 
Had cast him out. 
What time the critics, sneering, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL, 43 

Increased the need 
Of kindly deed 
And brave words, and endearing! 

And doth she bow? 
Denouement now ! 
Though tremulous with feeling 

She hath no song, 
Till for her wrong, 
Her sad heart full revealing, 

Before the man 
Whom she gave ban, 
She bows in humblest kneeling, 

Pouring her tears, 
Pale with her fears 
And most sincerely praying : 

" For wrong to thee 
Wilt pardon me. 
Who merit but thy saying 



44 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

" I haste away ? 
If that thou say, 
Mine be the sad obeying." 

And Leon, now : 
"That some should vow 
And plot their worst to hurt me. 

" It was not strange ; 

But that thou change 

And cruelly desert me, — 

" The cup of woe ! 
It saddened so 
As almost to convert me 

" From buoyant mind, 
To faith inclined, 
To doubt's extremest madness ; 

" That who decreed 
My art should lead 
To grandest heights of gladness 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 45 

" Thy happy heart, 
Should act the part 
To fill my heart with sadness,-" 

" Ah ! bitter fate ! 
Most sad estate ! 
But I have seen thy sorrow. 

" Thou askest me 
To pardon thee. 
Nor future moments borrow; 

" But sayest condign, 
If I incline 
To wait till some to-morrow. 

" The time is now 
While thou dost bow ; 
And here, this hand extending, 

" I bid thee rise 
And see the skies 
Benign above us bending. 



'46 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

"Their peaceful blue, 
With golden hue 
Of early sunbeams blending, 

"And pleasant breeze 
In budding trees 
Yon happy hills adorning; 

"And waterfall, 
And bird, and all 
The melody of morning, 

" Bid thy hope live. 
When thou dost give 
Thy worship for thy scorning!" 

Brave in her tears. 
Brave through her fears. 
And brave when came his blessing 

Before him brave 
Who pardon gave 
Full as her grand confessing, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL, 47 

Doth Lillian true 
Give honor clue, 
Brave Leon thus addressing : 

" Thou truest man 
Since time began, 
And truest of the living, 

" My joy how great. 
When fit thy hate, 
I have thy full forgiving ! " 

No need to dwell 
And frigid tell 
Of every day he missed her. 

Since morning gray 
Of that sad day. 
The last day that he kissed her. 

One word to say, 
Her bravest way 
With love his spirit firing. 



48 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

That one word " Come ! " 
With him at home, 
This is her song inspiring; 

" Supremest bliss ! 
From thee a kiss — 
Thy love with my relenting! 

" Safe in thy arms, 
Thy soul's high charms 
To pay for my repenting ! 

"Wilt thou my lead 
Across the mead, 
To bower yon pleasant glade in, 

"That I may tell, 
In that dear dell, 
The message first essayed in 

"The charming place 
"Where heaven gave grace. 
When earnest I had prayed in 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 49 

"The happy bower 
Of winged power, 
The bower the angel stayed in 

"Who spoke the words 
That sing like birds, 
To cheer the heart of maiden, 

" Who leadeth there. 
With tender care, 
Leon with laurel laden ? " 



For him but shame, 
Whate'er his name, 
Whose dark soul must discover 

A snake beneath 
The maiden's wreath 
Wherewith she crowns her lover I 



50 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Her tender talk 
On that sweet walk 
O'er which the, angels hover, 

Words from a heart 
From sin apart 
As white-robed hosts above her, — 

Who evil sees 
In joys like these, 
And pours his righteous spurning, — 

Who thinks a knave, 
Or foolish slave. 
The suitor patient learning 

Love's art, which few 
Give study due. 
And laughs at love's deep yearning,- 

Count him near hell. 
Where'er he dwell, 
A hell within him burning ! 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. ci 

The sweetest word 
Earth ever heard, 
How some delight to sneer it! 

Sweet word of love ! 
From joys above 
The angels come to hear it! 

And poise in air, 
With choicest care, 
To hear the song, as near it 

As doth behoove 
Those come to prove 
When others' vows endear it. 

And heavenly grace 
Illumes the face 
As love from grief doth clear it, 

And throbs the heart 
As love's quick art 
Rids of the doubts that sear it! 



52 STANZA AND SEQUEL, 

How grand the truth, 
Love giveth youth 
To him who knows its meaning! 

To him the sands 
Of desert lands, 
With flowers and grasses greening, 

Are fresh with gales 
In which joy sails 
Have happiest careening 

On sparkling springs, 
• O'er which bright wings, 
In happy host convening, 

Pour gladdest song 
The hours along. 
Their music grandly swelling, 

Minstrelsy sweet. 
For heaven meet, 
As birds a bliss were telling 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 53 

Above the worth 
Of joys of earth, 
Their song the thought compelling, 

Each songster's ear 
Did anthem hear 
Of those in Eden dwelling ! 

Ethelbert. 
Exquisite song, Horatius, 

Of joys I have not known; 
The music of thy numbers 

The sadness shall atone, 
Or lessen it, and aid me 

To wish, for others, bliss; 
And if it make unselfish, 

High worth in song like this. 

Horatius. 
Though none have heard 
What angel word. 
By Lillian's lips repeated, 



54 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

To Leon gave 
Power to be brave, 
Nor saw the kisses meted 

That told their love, 
Thou bird above 
The bower where they are seated 

Dost sing to tell 
How fit and well, 
At Metawampe, greeted 

The fair and strong ; 
And 'twas thy song 
That aided Leon's wooing, 

And taught that best 
Is bravest quest 
In any kind of suing. 

Soar not away, 
But longer stay, 
Thou bird of bravest winging; 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 55 



With roundelay 
Still cheer the day, 
Thou bird of sweetest singing. 

Thy gentle eyes 
Are fit to prize 
The sacred ties 
Declared by their caresses, — 

Him wreath-entwined ; 
Her head reclined, 
As heaven designed, 
Upon the heart she blesses ; 

She gazing sweet 
To eyes that greet 
The orbs they meet 
With richest lustre, beaming 

From eyes of dove, 
To speak his love 
For her, above 
All others, lovely seeming 



56 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

To him addressed, 
By her he blessed, 
" As, noblest, best, 
Beyond her fancy's dreaming !' 



My friend, 'tis worst 

That ever burst 

From lips accursed ! 
The lie by cowards stammered ; 

By fools, who prate, 

Love is a fate 

To enervate. 
The man with soul enamored 
Of soul worth, and attracting, 
By his majestic acting 

And equipoise, 

One who employs 

The high decoys 
Of maiden's choice designing. 
Whose soul, his worth divining, 
Attracts his soul, for twining 

Love's tendrils strong, — 



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To him belong, 

Above my song, 
Congratulations grandest. 
And thou who understandest 
Such joys, by not possessing 
The unspeakable blessing 
Of love's returned caressing; 

Ethelbert, tell 

Me thou wilt well. 

Until life's close, 

Endure thy woes! 

That other ban 

Of mortal man, 

That fate the worst 

That ever cursed 
For cowardice in suing, 
For treachery in wooing, 
For any wrongful doing; 
Or came to heart despairing 
Of ever rightly pairing, 
And wedding, so, uncaring; 

That fate he wins 

Whose heart begins 



58 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

The married life unmated — 

That thou art not thus fated, 

Thou art congratulated. 

Of all woes this life giveth, 

His worst who wedded liveth 

With one his worth unknowing, 

Whose soul, nor grand nor growing, 

Pretends, as such will, ever. 

Each manliest, best endeavor 

To think and live sublimely 

A rash act and untimely, 

The proof of cheap vanity, 

Or sign of insanity! 

Truth all too little rated, 

'Tis hell to wed unmated! 

But blest the man 

Whom Lillian, 

By angel plan, 

Shall save from ban. 

Ethelbert. 
Thou speakest well, Horatius; 
Wilt thou thy theme pursue? 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 59 

And with the heavens to favor, 
Thy comrade will live true. 

Horatius. 

With gentle hand, 
In fairy-land. 
To thoughts sublime she led him; 

With grandest views, 
And nectar dews, 
And heavenly fruitage, fed him ; 

From field and sky 
And mountain high 
Inspiring lessons read him ; 

With tender art. 
From her true heart, 
A sincere promise said him ; 

Naming a day, 
A month away, 
A happy day to wed him. 



6o . STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

That good day came 

With sweetest flame 

The Orient ever lighted, 

To signalize 
The golden ties 
Of loving hearts united! 

Day sweet with airs 
That banished cares 
And to high thoughts incited ; 

Day spanned with blue, 
The whole day through ! 
As if all wrongs were righted, 

And sang the lark 
Till all birds dark 
Had flown from earth affrighted I 

At morning hour, 
In Lillian's bower. 
With chosen friends attending, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 6l 

Two clasping hands, 
To speak the bands 
Their lives in union blending! 

While hovering nigh, 
From amber sky, 
Are angel harpers waiting, 

With high delight 
In holy rite 
In which two hearts are mating. 

The service done, , 

The surpliced one 
In fitting words addressed them ; 

Calm in his bliss 
Leon gave kiss. 
And kith and kindred blessed them , 

While brooks kept tune 
With birds of June, 
Mid apple blossoms seated, 



^62 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

And birds from perch 
Of beech and birch 
The lovely Lillian greeted, 

And rose acclaim 

To Leon's name, 

At Metawampe meted, 

By every voice 
That could rejoice ; 
And flowers the choicest growing, 

The twain to greet, 
Sent odors sweet 
By every zephyr blowing. 



Ethelbert. 
Ennobling, still, the anguish 

That must be mine when told, 
Wherein, for me were ashes, 

Others found shinine Sfold. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 63 

Horatius. 
Twelve months, the morn 
A child is born, 
The gods to earth consigning 

A lovely boy. 
Sweet pledge of joy, 
The graces well combining- 

Of him who heard 
The singing bird. 
And her love's wreath entwining. 

Benign their sky, 
As years go by. 
Each marked with heaven's blessing, 

And dawns the day, 
Sweet in the May, 
When angels come confessing. 

To parents blessed 
With baby guest, 
That angel, in caressing 



64 STANZA AND SEQUEL, 

Her cherry lips, 
The nectar sips 
Finer than that provided, 

From sweetest flowers 
Of heaven's bowers, 
For gods when they decided 

The questions great 
In human fate, 
By Jove to them confided. 



Their love kept new, 
For each soul grew, 
And each the other aided 

Right things to know, 
To help each grow, 
And love's rose never faded. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 65 

Each soul, each hour, 
Increased in power, 
Each by the other's doing, 

And each by own 
In grace was grown ; 
Their love each day renewing, 

Because, each day. 
Each soul could say. 
My soul's mate still is growing, 

My soul to prove 
With noblest love. 
Affection worth bestowing. 



Ethelbert. 
What words are thine, Horatius: 

'''■Their love kept new. 

For each soiil grew, 
And each the other aided 



66 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

'■'•Right things to know, 
To help each grow, 
A?id lovers rose never faded/" 

Horatius. 

Their honeymoon 
Did not end soon, — 
In truth it never ended. 

By Lillian traced 
With finest taste, 
In love's own picture blended, 

As Leon's due, 
Her soul's rich hue. 
To bless the man she mated. 

To him there came 
Abundant fame. 
And he, as artist feted, 

Still painted well 
Both flood and fell, 
Nor heeded critics serving 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 67 



Their lavish praise ; 
Their proffered bays, 
Nor aiding nor unnerving, 

Reminded yet 
Of venomed threat. 
The fullest scorn deserving. 

Their biting sneers 
Of other years, 
With present praise, neglecting, 

With verve and heart 
He plied his art ; 
Some heavenly guide directing 

His paintings made 
Of highest grade ; 
And for -the full perfecting 

Of noblest one 
His hand begun. 
He came, the canvas bringing, 



68 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

From distant town ; 
And where came down 
The angel, and the singing 

Of sweetest bird 
He ever heard, 
To aid him, still seemed ringing 

From every bird 
That now he heard 
Their happy carols flinging, 

Made it complete , 
In arbor sweet, 
Where pleasant sunbeams strayed in. 

And glinted round 
The grassy ground 
Of bower two children played in. 

And happy there. 
In sweet May air. 
The mother, erst the maiden, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 6g 



Recalled the day 
She came to pray 
In bower the angels stayed in. 

Then choicest flowers 
From field and bowers, 
The advent there divining, 

Fair maidens bring, 
And sweetly sing. 
On Lillian's brow entwining 

Arbutus bloom 
With rare perfume. 
The best of heaven's designing. 

Sweet breath of praise 
To God for rays 
From solar fountain shining ! 

Yet speaks it more 
Of scene of yore 
Whose influence, refining, 



70 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Shall teach to know 
High meanings glow 
On shore and shining river; 

Shall teach to read 
That wave and mead 
Reflect the Heavenly Giver, 

Whose lovely earth 
Hath greater worth 
Than that it seems possessing; 

A hidden good, 
Well understood 
By thoughtful minds, and blessing 

Who would discern, 
With power to learn, 
The truths their souls addressing 

In all things made. 
Of every grade ; 
From spray of tiny fountain 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 7I 

To surging sea ; 
From wind-swayed tree 
To storm-defying mountain ! 

Ethelbert. 
The truth in thy sweet singing 

I love to hear thee tell. 
The present of thy heroes ? 

Thou must have known them well. 

Horatius. 
A year to stray, 
Embark to-day 
The two so nobly mated. 

Kind be the gale 
That fills the sail 
Of ship so grandly freighted. 

Zephyr that fanned 
The fairy-land 
Where Leon won his blessinsr; 



72 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Benignant breeze, 
Seek thou the seas, 
The good ship so caressing 

That it behave 
Faithfully brave, 
The roughest waves defeating; 

Avoiding rocks, 
And through the shocks 
Of storms in safety fleeting. 

And breeze the best 
That ever blest 
A wanderer returning. 

In safety waft 
Whatever craft 
Keeps time with Leon's yearning 

To see once more 
His native shore 
And hear the carols ringing 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. JT, 



Of sweeter bird 
Than all he heard 
In foreign countries singing ! 



Ethelbert. 
Delightful and inspiring, 

Shall linger with me long 
The scene at Metawampe, 

Depicted in your song ; 
A solace and a study, 

And influence as well, 
To keep the feet from straying 

And to right acts impel ; 
Significant and lovely 

As beams of morning are ; 
An oasis in life's desert ; 

In darkest night, a star, 

To guide and cheer Ethelbert, 
Who speaks his thanks to thee. 

And that the scene you sung him 
An omen prove to be, 



74 STANZA AND SEQUEL, 

There dawns a hope within him ; 

Though he cannot behold 
The good, the skies, to honor 

The story thou hast told. 
Will send, to prove the saying, 

" The dawfi succeeds the night, 
If thorns, likewise the roses, 

And after wrong the right/" 

Horatius. 
Your thankfulness is cheering ; 

And 'tis high joy to sing, 
The more, if unto others. 

The song a solace bring. 
The sentiment pervading 

The Metawampe theme, 
To some, would seem a vision. 

And idle as a dream ; 
Yet I delight to keep it 

To cheer me, and inspire ; 
To give my inner being 

Its light, and food, and fire ! 

[Horatius and Ethelbert rising and looking across the 
landscape, the former resumes speaking.] 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 75 

But who are those equestrians 

Who sweep along the plain, 
In easy undulation, 

Like billows of the main ? 
One seems a kingly escort, 

And queenly one who rides ; 
I wonder what, Ethelbert, 

Their coursing there betides ! 
Ethelbert, they approach us ! 

Can I believe my eyes ? 
My heroes gone to Europe, 

Give us a fine surprise. 

[The equestrians approach and dismount.] 

Horatius. 
Ethelbert ; Leon, Lillian. 

Lillian, sotto voce. 
Ethelbert! that the name.? 

Horatius. 
I thought you o'er the ocean; 
But, glad to see you here, 



76 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

I ask you, know my welcome 
Is hearty and sincere ? 



Leon. 
Our European ramble, 

Postponed until the sun 
His grand autumnal solstice 

In triumph has begun, 
We came, of course, to Berkshire, 

To spend the summer days. 
And study much on horseback. 

Or coach along the ways. 
An hour ago we neared you, 

Within this lovely grove ; 
A moment heard you singing. 

And toward yon mountain drove. 

Horatius. 
May I inquire the meaning 

Of Lillian's knowing look ; 
Why of the name Ethelbert 

She special notice took ? 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 77 

Leon. 
Well mayst thou ask, Horatius ; 

And strange as romance seems 
Our meeting here in Berkshire, — 

Dramatic as our dreams ! 
And Lillian could tell thee, 

Though modest of her deeds. 
Why, in this unplanned meeting, 

Her eye such meaning reads. 

Lillian. 
The heavenly light from God's high throne 

Will answer all true praying, 
And tell us when, and with what care, 

The needed good conveying. 

We go with ever ready hand ; 

And if at once obeying 
The inner voice, we save from sin 

Who else had gone far straying, 

Our act shall bring us grandest joy, 
Above all song or story ; 



78 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

And better fame than heroes win 
On fields of martial glor}'! 

One morn I sought for special aid 

And heavenly direction, 
If spoiler try his power to wreak, 

That I give prompt protection. 

That day I met one lured astray, 
Who seemed by hope forsaken ; 
Yet firm against the tempter's wiles, 
■ With not a stray step taken. 

God helped me say, " My friend, let not 
Thy heart's pure blossom perish ! " 

And memories of that hour until 
Life's latest day I'll cherish; 

So bright its lustre glows at thought 

That faithfully I heeded 
The voice that heaven gave within, 

And spoke the message needed. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 79 

A quick, glad cry, she seized my hand. 

And then, o'ercome, she fainted. 
The tempter fled; and then her voice, — 

" A maiden still untainted 

"Thanks her who saved from lasting shame 
The one who here confesses 
Her greatest fault, remembered long, 
Of scorning his addresses, 

"Who thought her more than all caressed 
By all the airs of morning ; 
Then proudly she his suit denied, 
And greeted with cool scorning, 

" His humble prayer, that such as he, 
When weary years of waiting 
Had proven him, might then renew 
His suit, with hope of mating. 

"Tears of remorse these torrid years, 
And then so near descending 
The slimy depths where woman weeps 
In shame that has no ending ! 



So STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

"O, thou, the best of womankind^ 
May woman worst present thee 
Her trembling thanks, and ask thee lift 
To Heaven, that must have sent thee, 

" These tear-burned eyes — to God's clear blue, 
In praise for fate averted ? 
But may I hope ? will God forgive 
Her sin who thus deserted 

"The noblest one since time began. 
And gave the coolest spurning 
To his sweet words, that sang like larks, 
And now, to ravens turning, 

" With fiery beaks, in fiercest ire. 
Are in her spirit burning ? 
What sequel sad of broken vows 
This desert heart is learning ! " 

And gazing sad, with tear-dimmed ken, 

On portrait held above her. 
She said, "I print one burning kiss, — 

Ah, my deserted lover ! 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 8 

" My wrong to him has brought the grief 
Of which Ethelbert warned me ! 
If still on earth, wilt thou forgive, 
Ethelbert, her who scorned thee ? " 

[Ethelbert, who has listened with riveted attention, sinks, 
overcome with emotion.] 

Estelle ! — Horatius, hither ! 

Is this some fleeting dream ? 

Lillian, softly. 
He speaks her name ; how strange all this ! 

"Tis God's own wisdom orders ; 
And we of earth seem coming near 

To heaven's very borders. 

Still lives Estelle, and he forgives 

For all those years of sorrow ; 
A thrilling scene perchance there'll be, 

When Orient brings the morrow; 

Or we may hear, to-day, the vow 
Among the Berkshire mountains. 



82 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Excelling song of bards and bird;? 
And sweeter than the fountains ! 

[Horatius, taking Ethelbert's hand.] 

Companion of my boyhood ! 

Ethelbert, rising. 
Tell me, before high heaven, 

If still on earth there lives 
The one of whom brave Lillian 

Her glowing picture gives; 
And, if she live, speak gently. 

That still remains on earth, 
Ethelbert, still her lover. 

To whom as nothing worth 
Seems all the happy summer, 

Nor aught the joyous spring, 
Which doth not to Ethelbert 

Her radiant presence bring. 

Lillian. 
Her home with us, her grief she tells 
To none but those who love her ; 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 83 

In word and deed she lives discreet 
As God's own sky above her. 

She came with us, but keeps her name 

From all in Berkshire dwelling; 
With thee restored, she may forgive 

What I, to thee, am telling! 

[Addressing Leon.] 

Is that her voice ? my Leon bring 

Thy lens, that thou descry her ; 
For oft she strolls alone and sings. 

Where no one can espy her. 

Leon, thy steed, and mine for her. 

Thou who wast ever knightly. 
Will act with care, and gently tell 

The grand denouement rightly. 

Ethelbert, 

[As Leon and Estelle approach.] 

My own Estelle, forever ! 

Ye birds your noblest song ; 



84 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

And sweetest brooks of Berkshire, 
The joyous strain prolong! 

Estelle. 
Ethelbert ! ! 

Ethelbert. 
Estelle ! ! 

[After the greeting of the reunited lovero, Ethelbert addresses 
Horatius.] 

Horatius, thy prediction, 

" The dawn succeeds the night i 

If thorns, likewise the roses, 
And after wrong the right P^ 

Horatius. 
I cannot sing, Ethelbert, 

As high as you deserve. 
Who, through the fiercest trials, 

Displayed such royal nerve ; 
And, in these sudden blisses, 

Manly thine uncontrol ; 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 85 

While, through your features shining, 

The lustre of your soul, 
Wins all my admiration, 

My highest fancy fills. 
And charms more than the music 

Arising from the rills. 

Among the Berkshire mountains 

That murmur sweet along. 
And sing as if in heaven 

They learned the art of song. 
And were by Him commissioned 

Who made for service high, 
And perfected in singing. 

The minstrels of the sky ; 
By Him who spoke to being, 

Sweeter to sing than rills. 
My friend who loves to hear them, 

Among these Berkshire hills. 

Each one the other loving 

With fervency of heart. 
Each glowed to find the other 



86 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Rapt o'er the rhythmic art ; 
But when we came to try it, 

You sang so much the best, 
I thought it would be fitting 

That my poor harp should rest. 
And yet my verse found favor. 

And yours was scornful thrown, 
As stuff for which no merit 

Could afterward atone ! 

Sadly you tore the parchment, 
When here the hills among, 

To leave no proof to mortal's 
That you had ever sung. 

[Lillian, motioning Horatius aside, speaks to him ; after 
which he returns and addresses Ethelbert.] 

Revealing on revealing ! 

Excelling all our song, 
And Lillian has told me. 

As he is brave and strong. 
That I inform my comrade, 

Above the angel's word, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 87 

A maiden in an arbor 

At Metawampe heard — 
Was sentiment of stanza, 

Upon a torn page read, 
Discovered when she rambled, 

Where intuition led, 

From Metawampe, hither, 

Among the Berkshire hills ; 
And here she found the singing 

Which all this romance fills. 
With most inspiring sweetness. 

And here how grandly fit 
That she repeat the stanza, 

In your own tracing writ. 
She bade me give the paper 

To him who wrote the verse ; 
And now we ask that Lillian 

The lucid lines rehearse. 

Lillian. 
'^Reduce to fact your fancy; 
Nor tarry till you do 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Make real the ideal 

That God has given you.^' 

* 

Horatius. 
How strange the revelation ! 

What mortal would have kenned 
Such wealth of good resulting 

From verse by mortal penned ? 
An artist's fame and fortune, 

Domestic bliss complete, — 
Two lives of highest beauty 

With usefulness replete ! 
And here, perchance, Ethelbert 

Will other lines rehearse. 
To match those loved by Lillian, 

As beautiful and terse. 

Ethelbert. 
Most real the ideal, 

Least fact what most call fact ; 
And, of ideal, most real, 

Ideal in an act. 

[Solicited by Lillian, Ethelbert continues.] 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 8g 

When some kind voice tells thee plainly 

Of new building for thine hand ; 
And thou findest hindrance mainly 

In the strangeness of command 

Calling thee from routine labor 

In the wonted, humble, sphere, 
And thou fear'st from foe or neighbor 

An unkind or jealous sneer ; 

Do not for such hindrance smother 
That sweet voice that speaks within ; 

Thou mayst find the foe turn brother, 
If thou manfully begin, 

• 

And continue bravely doing, 

Work the angel bids thee do ; 
And, each day the work renewing. 

Thou shalt find it ever new. 

It shall charm like high romances. 
Gemming legends of old days ; 



go STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

And, beyond thy farthest fancies, 
O'er wide plains, by untrod ways, 

Paths unknown to other leaders, 
Angel guide shall lead thee sure, 

For the gold and goodly cedars 
Which shall evermore endure, 

In the towers of consummation 

That shall mark thy work complete. 

And attest the world's laudation 

Which thy shrinking ears shall greet. 

Fear not but for all these praises 
That Good Power shall well prepare, 

Who hath life in all its phases 
Under His benignant care ; 

For, by thorns and frequent crosses, 
Which thy heart shall fully test. 

Sad reverses and sore losses, 
If His wisdom thinketh best ; 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 9 1 

To true meekness He will hold thee, 

Still commanding thee, be brave, 
And obey injunctions told thee 

By the angel that He gave. 

And this angel shall sustain thee. 

Be the work or long or hard ; 
And the future shall explain thee, 

All that did thy work retard 

Was designed to bid thee stronger 
Make the building of thine hand, 

Which, than time's duration longer, 
Through eternity, shall stand. 



Follow thine intuitions. 

They always lead thee right; 
In all of thine ambitions, 

Heed thou the inner sight. 

Whatever to that vision 
Seems duty for thee, do ; 



92 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

No matter what derision 

The doing leads thee through. 

And derision it will bring thee, 
Ere they shall understand, 

And their tardy praises sing thee 
Whom they had gladly banned; 

They who would joy to shame thee 
And chill thy heart with fright, 

Did not thy grit proclaim thee 
Superior to their might. 

Brave one, thine intuitions 
Shall always lead thee right ; 

In all of thine ambitions 
Heed thou the inner sight ! 

Directed by that vision 

Thy duty bravely do ; 
The glow from thy decision 

Shall light and lead thee throu2:h. 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 93 

Whatever the monitions 

Thou hear'st within thee, heed; 
That thou to have contritions 

May never know the need. 

The Father is forgiving, 

If thou repentest sin ; 
Yet most He loves that living 

Which hath no falseness in. 



Wanting fulcrum, wanting lever, 

Given heavy weight to lift ; 
Strong in faith, begin endeavor. 

There shall come to thee, the gift 

Of a heaven-designed appliance, 

By which thou shalt mountains move; 

While beside thee, in alliance. 
There shall angels wait to prove. 

On more hindrances before thee, 
All their own celestial might; 



94 STANZA AND SEQUFL. 

And shall beam, benignant o'er thee, 
God's own sky of love and light ! 



Leon. 
Be these bright words our motto ; 

And now, if Lillian please. 
To mark events resulting 

From sentiments like these ; 
Will she, where lovely maples 

Delight our lodge with shade. 
Prepare a feast as royal 

As one for sovereigns made ? 
For wine thou hast no liking, — 

And who would wish for wine, 
What other drink were given, 

If poured by hand of thine ? 

And, at that feast, Horatius, 
Perchance, will give a song. 

Announcing in sweet numbers 
That Love enduring long 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 95 



The trials of his patience, 

Doth added bhss receive 
For ever}' cold refusal 

That made his spirit grieve,- 
A song to date a wedding 

When fine October sun 
Shall speak the season fitting 

That lovers be made one. 



And if at Metawampe 

Our friends shall wish to wed, 
Will Lillian deck the arbor 

Where intuition led 
When erst she sought an angel, 

And where his hope begun. 
Who, but for her relenting, 

Had ever been undone ? 
Thou, Lillian, my consort. 

Though years have made me gray, 
And thou hast locks of silver. 

Thou art, as on that day, 



gS STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

My joy, my inspiration ; 

As beautiful as beams 
That gild the hours of morning 

Or sparkle in our dreams ; 
As young as at that meeting 

When thou didst say, " forgive ; 
And I, for thy relenting, 

Could bid thy hope relive ; 
The hour when smiling heaven 

Gave token in thy kiss, 
Initial fit, and foretaste. 

Of these bright years of bliss ! 



And with the words uniting 

Their hearts in golden bands, 
Shall they, as our companions, 

Embark for foreign lands; 
To thread the glens of Scotland, 

And climb the Alpine height; 
To linger in the castles 

That rose by feudal might; 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 97 

To pluck delicious clusters 

From vine-clad hills of France ; 
And muse where classic ages 

The interest enhance 

In Italy's rich landscape, 

And her delightful skies ; 
And then, returning hither, 

Find much to love and prize 
In this good land, where nature 

And liberty unite. 
To furnish those devoted 

To freedom and the right 
Fit home, with room for growmg 

In all that makes men great, 
And elevates a people, 

And unifies a state. 

[Lillian and Ethelbert depart on horseback to the lodge, and Leon 
addresses Estelle, who tarries with Horatius.] 

Truth worth the telling, such as poet true 
Doth sing, is only found by patient search 
In realm beyond the bounds of earthliness, 



98 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Accessible to him alone, whose heart, 

Of selfishness divest, and well refined. 

Can be that brave it must, to study close 

As will to him reveal truth's treasures, hid 

Therein, and evermore, to selfish ones, 

E'en were they, unregenerate, permit 

That realm to range. Fell foe is selfishness. 

To bard, permitting him no bravery 

To journey to that realm he seeks afar. 

And quenching insight clear that sees the truth-, 

And that dread enemy, once slain, 

Often revives again to vex ; and he 

With grandest powers of song, ma}' have within 

An equal enemy, and know it not. 

How happy he, if faithful friend shall see, 

And of that foe, to his convincing, tell. 

And fortunate, beyond compare, to him, 

If woman is that friend, whose love for him, 

Enlightens her to see how strong that foe, 

And aids her in the discipline upon 

His heart which shall the enemy expel ; 

And aids that, then, with tears sincere, she beg 

To bow before the man she loves ; and he, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. 99 

Protesting 'tis high privilege to him 

That she beside him sit, shall gratefully 

Admit he is her debtor evermore, 

For discipline severe vi^hich all his worst 

Self conquered, that his best might live and sing 1 

Estelle, possessor of that poet's heart 

And soul, whose coinage and whose breathing was 

The sentiment, in living which high truth 

Did Lillian all doubt and selfishness 

Expel my heart ; inspire with bravery, 

And teach me patience with myself, that sought, 

In practice of his art, the tracery to do 

The artist's work, that gave my heart its joy 

And brought me all my wealth of fame and friends ! — 

Thou, wise and good, what words of mine, to thee 

Shall tell the deep solicitude that thou. 

By love assigned to keep his heart, and thence 

To drive his enemy, that thou shalt see 

This work is thine to do ! What words shall tell 

The joy that springs from full belief that thou 

Wilt thus interpret meaning grand of these 

Events, and well thy work will comprehend ; 

And for that mission high, Ethelbert wed ! 



100 STANZA AND SEQUEL. 

Estelle. 
Thou speakest, Leon, as from heaven, the words 
That I shall prize, and evermore shall heed ! 
Shed, sweetest skies, your loveliness divine, 
To temper well this heart ! and Spirit, Thou, 
In Heaven, regnant high, yet noting all 
Thy children's cries ; to me all meekness give, 
And courage, that I well endure upon 
My bleeding heart, the blows thou biddest that 
My hand inflict, a better, truer man 
To make that one I love as life itself i 

Leon. 

Right nobly done, thy sentiment ! and now 

The language, high, thy lover penned long years 

Ago, and words my heart in faith adopts : 

" Reduce to fact your fancy ; 

Nor tarry till you do 
Make real the ideal 

That God has given yju." 

And thus, Ethelbert, blessed, refined, inspired 
By thee, and growmg by his work, shall learn, 



STANZA AND SEQUEL. I 

And all who shall his song admire will read, 
In their own bettered lives his song has blessed, - 
Still further sequel, grand, of truth he sung 
In verse the critics, cursing, thought to kill ! 

[Leon and Horatius start for the lodge, leaving Estelle to 

follow with Ethelbert who has returned and 

addresses her] 

Estelle, thy steed awaits thee, 

Eager to own thy rein 
And amble, at thy bidding, 

Like zephyr o'er the plain ; 
Beyond the Housatonic, 

To glens among the hills, 
Where sparkle silver cascades 

And sing the happy rills, 
And where the lodge of Leon 

Affords an ample view 
Of scene, where, now, two lovers 

Pray heaven to keep them true ! 

[Estelle, with Ethelbert as escort, leaves the grove.] 



THE BRIGHT BELIEF. 

IF, sore discouraged and distressed, 
With sorrows and with cares oppressed, 
And sins confessed, and unconfessed, 
And every ill. 

The heart were struggling for relief. 
And found no succor from its grief. 
In buoyant trust, and bright belief, — 
How sad the earth ! 

But rules reverse of these obtain. 
Nor mortal suffered yet in vain, 
A trivial, nor the largest pain, 
Nor ever will. 

So let the troubled take new heart. 
Learn well of suffering the art, 
Nor shun to share a generous part 
In life's good griefs ! 



THE BRIGHT BELIEF. IO3 

The saddest his of all estates, 
And slave is he to dreadest fates, 
And farthest he from heavenly gates, 
Whom doubt doth rule ! 

But, sad one, if thou triest to trust, 
In spite of all earth's dark and dust, — 
Though midst them living, as thou must — 
Thou liv'st above, — 

Then fiends that strive shall strive in vain 
Control of thy good soul to gain, 
And Hope, true angel, for thee deign 
Her constant aid. 

For none hath God the tender care 
He ever shows for those who bear 
Of life's worst woes abundant share, 
Enduring well. 

Enduring gives the power t'endure, 
With skill to make life's troubles fewer. 
And suffering makes the sufferer pure, — 
So welcome ill. 



I04 THE BRIGHT BELIEF. 

Bright after clouds there conies the sun, 
And sweetest rest when work is done, 
True peace is but by warring won, — 
True wealth by toil ! 

How blessed is the bright belief. 
That joy which cometh after grief, 
Is sweetest joy, and is not brief. 
Like other joys ! 

Inspiring, grand, and true, the thought. 
That bliss by bitter trials bought, 
Is nearer unto heaven than aught 
On earth beside ! 

And there, beyond thine earthly ban. 
The wisdom of His rounded plan 
Who ordereth the ways of man 
Shall be made plain ; 

And thou shalt know thy Father spoke, 
When fates thy noblest planning broke 
And gave to thee a cross and yoke — 
That prove thy crown ! 



"WHERE THE NOBLE HAVE THEIR COUNTRY " 

ABOVE the grandeur of the sunsets 
Which delight this earthl)^ clime, 
And the splendors of the dawnings 
Breaking o'er the hills of time. 
Is the richness of the radiance 

Of the land beyond the sun, 
Where the noble have their country' 
When the work of life is done ! 

There is the mysterious problem 

Of their earthly life made plain, 
All the bitter turned to sweetness. 

All the losses turned to gain ! 
There the rapture of the new life 

Far exceeds the griefs of this. 
And earth's toiling is forgotten 

In the restfulness of bliss ! 



io6 "bright on your native hills." 

And the music of their welcome, 

From angelic lyres of gold, 
Shall full often be repeated. 

Yet it never shall grow old ; 
Music grander than earth's noblest, 

Than all eloquence of words, 
And the sweetest of the carols ■ 

Of the gladdest of the birds ! 



** BRIGHT ON YOUR NATIVE HILLS." 

BRIGHT on your native hills 
The sun benignant beams, 
Perennial down the pleasant slopes 

Still sing the happy streams, 
Which feed yon river's tide that flows 

In beauty through the vale ; 
Transparent, purling brooks 

Which sing of springs that never fail ; 
And grand the mountains stand, as erst, 



"bright on your native hills.'' 107 

When there your kindred dwelt, 
And fresh the mountain winds as airs 
Their fields and forests felt. 



And ye remain to keep their homes, 

And guard the noble name 
Earned by their share of those grand deeds 

That ffive New En2:land fame. 
Shines their example, still, as bright 

As beams the golden sun ; 
Flows still their influence as pure 

As mountain waters run. 
So cherish ye the fame they gained. 

And emulate their worth. 
Your names, when ye are gone, shall live. 

Perennial in the earth ! 



"SHE PLACED THE BITTER-SWEET." 

(In remembrance of a noble family.) 

TO girlhood's home returning, 
She placed the bitter-sweet 
Within the grand old mansion, 
Where sunbeams shadows meet ; 

And there declared : " Henceforward 

Be kindness all my theme ; 
With constant hand dispensing, 

The moments to redeem ; 

"Teaching, if I have suffered, 
I would the world be blest; 

Praying, if I have struggled. 
The weary have good rest. 

" I thank Thee, Heavenly Father — 
My name Thou hast kept sweet, 

And through these bitter trials, 
Hast kept my ways discreet." 



"she placed the bitter-sweet." 109 

The silver tresses mingling 

Her raven locks among 
Mean more than years ; they index 

Her heart's own sorrows wrung; 

Of which, most like, she tells not. 

So reticent of grief; 
As most like she hath suffered 

Too deeply for belief. 

Beyond that first revealing 

She speaks not of her lot ; 
Hoping her many sorrows 

By earth be all forgot ! 

To girlhood's home returning, 

She placed the bitter-sweet 
Within the grand old mansion. 

Where sunbeams shadows meet! 



ALWAYS WITH THEE. 

IN sunny days of childhood playing, 
When life was all one scene of Maying, 
And thou hadst not a thought of straying, 
God blessed thee then. 



Forgiving all thy youthful sinning, 
He helped thee to a manly winning 
Good triumphs o'er a bad beginning, 
And helps thee still. 



That, in the strife which ceaseth never, 
Demanding watch and war-ring ever, 
Thou do, by manliest endeavor, 
The victor be. 



THROUGH GRIEF. 

O GIVEN by fiends the gall to drink, 
And sweeter grown for all they send; 
A kind and watchful Providence 

Will soon proclaim the ordeal's end ; 
Yet call thee not from earth above, 

But ask thee, wearied one, take rest ; 
And that thy restless eyes may close, 

Command that, from the roseate west, 
Angels reposeful influence sweet 

Pour forth, to give thy spirit calm, 
And others send, on zephyrs borne, 

To soothe thy troubled heart with balm. 

Angelic ones shall sentinel 

Thy rest, and fragrance waft, till day, 
Shall brighdy break and bid thee, glad, 

Thy grateful orisons to pay ; 
Refreshed, inhale the ambrosial air 

And walk beneath a happy sky, 



112 THROUGH GRIEF. 

Inspired, by carol of the birds 

And songs of brooks that murmur by, 

With faith that heaven will bless thy days, 
Each westering sun bring peaceful sleep, 

And every morn new evidence 

That angels tender watch-care keep ! 

Heroic sufferer, who hast borne 

The burden of a broken heart, 
Patiently, artlessly, and yet 

With all the dignity of art. 
While so intent to bless the world 

None knew what woes thine own heart had — 
Deep, bitter griefs, which, told above. 

Would make the heavenly singers sad, — 
Soon shalt thou learn the gracious truth, 

Through griefs and cares which here annoy, 
Heaven builds the path by which thy feet 

Shall reach the highest hills of joy ! 



"TOO MANY HEARTS ARE SAD TO-NIGHT." 

TOO many hearts are sad, to-night, 
I may not dance to music light, 
They're sad from hunger and from pain, 
And sad from sin's polluting stain. 
Low down in cellars, up the stairs. 
Where freely pass the winter airs ; 
'Neath wretched shed, and in the street, 
Where pelt the piercing storms of sleet, 
Are pallid cheeks, and sunken eyes, 
And forms that never more may rise. 
Too many hearts are sad to-night, 
I cannot dance to music light. 
But some will wake, if moved aright. 
To noble purpose and brave deed. 
And nobly with their duty speed. 
Achieving full, complete success. 
While all the world, admiring, bless. 
All this, if now, right words I say, 



114 BLESSINGS FOR THE HELPFUL. 

While you with like companions gay, 
In dizzy waltzing whirl away ! 
Too many hearts are sad to-night; 
I will not dance to music li2:ht ! 



BLESSINGS FOR THE HELPFUL. 

GOOD friend, if every one observed 
The mandate to be kind, 
If all were courteous as thyself. 

And helpfully inclined. 
How bright a scene this earth would be, 

How light life's burdens prove ; 
How blithe, along life's rugged road. 
Would pilgrims singing move ! 

Sweet resonance of sparkling streams 
Would bless life's desert drear ; 

And birds would sing, and flowers and fruit 
With fragrance fill the air ! 



THE FORTY-SECOND. 115 

There is no overestimate 

Of kindness to our kind, 
And brightest stars will bless the man 

To helpful ways inclined ! 



THE FORTY-SECOND. 

WHEN, erst, the nation was besieged 
By armed rebellious foemen, 
And peace had fled, and skies were dark 

With every direful omen ; 
And Lincoln, from the capitol, 
For aid so wistful beckoned. 
Not least among the men to march 
The Bay state's Forty-second ! 

Now that the din of war is done, 
And glad the war cloud's risen, 

They come with thought of camp and field. 
And of the rebel prison ! 



Il6 THE FORTY-SECOND. 

They gather here for hearty words, 

In kindly interest spoken, 
To make the bands of friendship strong, 

That never may be broken ! 

Should Treason arm again her hosts, 

To fill the land with trouble, 
Her deepest schemes of ill would prove 

An evanescent bubble ; 
For those brave men Avould rise again 

And march, with others like them, 
To capture all the rebel guns, 

And evermore to spike them. 



And, wishing you much earthly joy, 

And entrance late to heaven, 
I speak this sincere offering. 

In rhythmic numbers given, 
By one who deems it plea -ant fame 

That he is welcome reckoiic 1, 
A member, in good standing, with 

The Bay state*s Forty-second ! 



THE CRITICS. 

THE wicked wish some critics have, 
And knack, and greed, to kill, 
May pass quite readily for taste, 
And evidence of skill ; 

But were there none to write a verse, 

Or paragraph of prose, 
How critics, then, would pass their time, 

Is more than mortal knows. 

They might ascend the upper spheres. 

To criticise the stars, 
And teach good manners and good sense 

To Jupiter and Mars; 

Then clip away old Saturn's rings 
And set him bounds to run ; 

Or venture near the solar fires, 
To regulate the sun ! 



Il8 THE RETORT. 

And should these critics go to Heaven 

Their joy would be to tell 
How saints might tune their harps correct 

And sing hosannas well ! 



THE RETORT. 

THESE lines to tell thee, bards 
Who sing for all the listening land^ 
And sages wise and famed, had named 

Felicitous and grand 
The verse on which thou didst 

Invoke an ignominous fate, 
And, with high, scornful wrath, declare 
Unworthy of thy hate ! 

Then thou, with thy gray eyes 

Quick twinkling in their greedy glee. 

And rubbing thy cold palms, didst look. 
Expectant long, to see 



REMINISCENCES. II9 

Before thee, suppliant still, 

Thy victim bow in further prayer, 
And then his trembling form begin 

Dissolving into air! 

Instead, at equipoise, 

He gazed, awhile, in high delight 
On thy hard face, then left thee there> 

All powerless in thy might ! 
Although thou gav'st him joy. 

He does not thank thee for the bliss ; 
That verse, to thee, seemed lacking fire ; 

Grim critic, say, does this? 



REMINISCENCES. 

ESQUIRE SMITH AND OTHERS. 

WE count nbove our common good, 
Selectest of our joys. 
Remembrances of those dear days 
When you and I were boys, 



REMINISCENCES. 

And when, perfumed with clover bloom, 

Our early moments ran, 
And happy in the songs of birds 

We journeyed up to man. 

What other cure the world prescribes. 

By far the safest, best. 
Is glancing at our early days, 

Is retrospect and rest. 

From cares and crowds of urban life. 

From traffic of the town ; 
From wearying toil in dust and din, 

From griefs that weigh you down ; 

From present ill, and future dread, 

And all that fetters thee. 
Come to the country and the past, 

Be innocent and free. 

Review the scenes of early days 
With fondness and with care. 



REMINISCENCES. 

The neighborhood once all your world, 
And every object there : 

The pansied yard, the slant well-sweep. 

And apple orchard near ; 
The ancient farm-house, broad and red, 

By many memories dear; 

The hay-field and the pasture wide, 

The fences by the lane ; 
The thick-leaved maples where you hid 

When pattered down the rain; 

The road where erst the stage-coach ran, 
Which joyed you as it passed. 

The high coach set on thoroughbrace, 
And built to have it last ; 

The mountain road-way, steep and rough, 
On which you trudged to school. 

To " make your manners " and to learn 
Hard Colburn's sum and rule ; 



REMINISCENCES. 

The school-house near the beechen grove : 
The neighboring lumber mill ; 

The home-made hand-sled, and the joys 
Of coasting down the hill ; 

The autumn woods and golden maize, 

And old Thanksgiving day ; 
The winter wood-pile at the door 

And drifts that choked the way; 

Strict Sundays at the hill-top church, 

Staid deacons in their pews, 
The preacher in his lofty place, 

Discoursing gospel news ; 

And Sunday noons, with sermon done, 

And benediction said, 
When we, in that dear scripture class, 

"The word" together read. 

Wise counsel, then, the teacher gave. 
That angel of our youth, 



REMINISCENCES. I23 

If pointedly, yet tenderl}^ 
To carry home the truth. 

His sympathetic face dispelled 

Our bashfulness and fears, 
Glowed at recital of our joys 

And saddened at our tears; 

And fragrant will the memor}'' be 

Of our devoted friend, 
Till that good town and all of earth 

In nothingness shall end ! 

And one was in that Sunday class 

Who felt a call to preach, 
And proved it true by saving those 

Whom others could not reach. 

With men on every hand who wished 

The gospel plan explained. 
He did not tarry long at school, 

Nor wait to be ordained, 



124 REMINISCENCES. 

But went to work, with earnestness, 

And strove his best to win 
Some trophy for the Lord he loved, 

By leading those from sin 

Who near him dwelt, and whom he thought 

In value quite the worth 
Of those who lived across the seas, 

In corners of the earth. 

The hamlet school-house where he preached 

To half a hundred men 
Would hardly hold the throngs his words 

Have won to grace since then. 

Unlike ambitious pulpiteers 
Who preach and pray for fame, 

He did not seek the praise of men, 
Nor glory when it came ; 

But, stronger grown with his success, 
Nor vain amid applause, 



REMINISCENCES. 1 25 

He keeps his great and growing powers 
Devoted to his cause. 

Another of that Sunday band 

Has lived for self alone, 
And reached, at last, the height he sought, 

The politician's throne. 



Ambitious man of place, the years 

Of innocence review, 
And see how far your selfishness, 

From righteous ways and true, 

Has led you on, through doubtful schemes 

And crooked paths, to power 
Which founded seems, but which must fail 

When comes the trial hour, 

And leave you naught but bitterness 
And keen remorse for wavs 



126 REMINISCENCES. 

At variance with the pleasant scenes 
That gem your early days. 

Among the quaint habitues, 

Whose words the hamlet cheered, 

Welcome at huskings and the "bees," 
The story man appeared. 

Glad on their journey to the school, 
The pupils heard him tell 

Of famous men who once were boys 
And learned their lessons well. 

And were quite sure to reach at last 

A place at Washington, 
Where many mighty laws were made, 

And other things were done ! 

A.lthough you little knew or dreamed 
What were the "other things," 

Have you until to-day remained 
Quite innocent cf " rings ?" 



REMINISCENCES. I27 

The other school tasks done, you said 

" Set " answers, that were given, 
Anent some worthies then on earth, 

And others gone to heaven. 

With veneration you pronounced 

The ancient Briggs's name, 
But have you copied in your life 

His honest steps to fame } 

The shed remains wherein you sawed 

The beech and maple wood, 
Where cart and farming tools were kept, 

And where that grind-stone stood 

Which brings to you sad memories 

Of axes hard to grind. 
And, in hot days, the scythe, to try 

The temper of your mind ! 

Often you vowed, when older grown, 
Machinery should serve 



128 REMINISCENCES. 

To do the work that over-taxed 
Your adolescent nerve. 

But other themes than labor aids 
Have moved your mind since then, 

And you have had your axes ground 
By various sorts of men ! 

You must recall quaint "Major" Brown, 

Who led a roving life, 
Since, years before, death claimed the girl 

Pledged for the "Major's" wife. 

And 3^ou remember when they laid 
This " Major " Brown to rest, 

That reverent, near the open grave, 
The neighbors kindly pressed ; 

While all the failings of his life. 

In pity, were forgot, 
And all his worth was magnified. 

With worth that he had not ! 



REMINISCENCES. 129 

Although, to-day, you feel above 

Such broken men of grief. 
So "great" they ought to prize the pence 

You dole for their relief ; 

When, at the coming call of death. 

You journey out of town ! 
Will people think as well of you 

As erst of " Major " Brown ? 

Ambitious man of place, the scenes 

Of innocence review. 
And once again return to walk 

In righteous ways and true. 



This selfish one let us dismiss, 

He cannot flourish long ; 
And we can find more fitting theme 

To chronicle in song, 



130 REMINISCENCES. 

In that delightful scene, when you, 
At spring-time, on the hill, 

Entranced to see the liquid wealth 
From maple trees distill, 

And, that it might the sweeter grow, 
Sing, o'er the laughing fire, 

A carol sweet as ever breathed 
From angel lip or lyre, 

Found finer charm in liquid eyes 

Of two most lovely girls, 
Whose happy smiles and ruddy cheeks, 

And innocence and curls, 

Were invitation that you dish 
For them the waxen sweet, 

And in return, for recompense. 
Their lips with kisses greet ! 

One was a cousin, I believe; 
The other was a friend 



REMINISCENCES. I31 

Whom afterwards you vowed to love 
Till earthly days should end. 

And now the keepsake that she gave 

Is moist with tears you shed, 
To think, before the wedding day 

Your pleasant friend was dead ! 



By road whereon the stages ran. 

Not far away, the place, 
Wherein, of old, as " leading man," 

With more than usual grace, 

There reigned Elnathan Smith, Esquire, 
Who lived, through all his days. 

For morals, manners and attire. 
Deserving sincere praise. 

Smith spurned a miser as a thief, 
And acted "on the square;" 

And those not Masons have belief 
That Smith had once " been there." 



132 REMINISCENCES. 

Attending church in holy time, 

As every body should, 
He " joined" in prayer and Sunday rhyme, 

As pious people would. 

Smith kept his temper all the while 

Unmarred by frown or fret, 
And gave a penny and a smile 

To every child he met. 

He had good sense and ready wit, 

And kept whate'er he heard 
That was for keeping really fit, 

And always kept his word. 

To patriotic teachings true. 
He deemed of highest worth, 

And kept, as most of Smithville do, 
The " great and glorious Fourth." 

Smith had a clear, unbiased mind, 
And, such the town's desire. 



REMINISCENCES. 133 

The governor felt well inclined, 
And made him village squire. 

He taught, ten terms, the district school 

In an adjoining place, 
Maintaining there a pleasant rule 

With dignity and grace. 

To Washington he never went, 

That town of high import ; 
Yet twice had been as juror sent, 

And once to General Court ! 

As Smith grew old he walked in town, 

On pleasant afternoons, 
Attired in garb of modest brown, 

And humming cheery tunes. 

And, with his full and steady breath, 

And face with health aglow, 
He seemed no older near his death 

Than twenty years ago ; 



134 REMINISCENCES. 

Yet Mister Smith has gone from earth, 

As every mortal must, 
Of noble or of lowly birth 

Unrighteous they, or just. 

His life, in Smithville which began, 

Closed there at eighty-four; 
And Smithville weeps that this good man 

Can be with them no more. 



Smith's life-long friend was Doctor Bliss, 

Who carried, everywhere, 
A smile, to cheer the sick and drive 

That worst of curses, care. 

Bliss loved Squire Smith, and looked like him, 

Clad trim in like attire ; 
Near him he lived, and when he died, 

Was buried near the squire. 



REMINISCENCES. I35 

Another friend of Mister Smith, 

Respected and revered, 
Was William Wilson, learned and wise, 

A teacher born and reared. 

The ancient school-house where he taught, 

For twenty years and more, 
Had but three windows on a side, 

And one above the door. 

It stood upon the village green, 

Hard by the " Center church ;" 
Was well supplied with furniture. 

But unsupplied with birch ! 

This Wilson had a better way 

To punish recreant boys. 
Who had been lazy at their tasks 

Or making needless noise. 

To them more dread than blows the book 
Wherein, with proper grade, 



136 REMINISCENCES. 

For every wrong a pupil did, 
The fearful check was made ! 

With patience and with kindly care 

He led his pupils through 
The paths of common learning, till 

They every feature knew. 

And oft, perchance, they caught a glimpse 

Of classic grove and field, 
And felt a longing for the fruits 

Those pleasant regions yield. 

But Euclid and "the languages," 

In district schools of yore, 
Were all discarded and forbid. 

As very useless lore. 

Since Wilson gave up teaching school, 
Ten years and five have passed ; 

But through a century to come 
His influence shall last. 



REMINISCENCES. I37 



He still resides within the town ; 

And, though three-score and ten, 
The people all declare he is 

The comeliest of men. 



Not far away from Smith's abode 

The shop of Crispin Crane, 
Who furnished boots for Smithville folk, 

A livelihood to gain. 

Not only did he gauge their feet. 

But oft they came to find 
He fully had the power to take 

The measure of their mind! 

By timely repartee he stilled 

A most perplexing bore, 
Who perpetrated bitter jokes 

Within the Smithville "store." 



138 REMINISCENCES. 

And Smithville vowed, town meeting day, 

" Who can this pest defeat. 
We must elect him, here and now, 

To legislative seat." 

Crane proved a wise assembly man, 
Was hearty with his friends. 

And never made a speech unless 
To compass worthy ends. 

It was this year in politics 

A party rose and fell. 
Whose bad disaster at their schemes 

It is a joy to tell. 

Late in the term a question rose 

This party called the test, 
For which their leader spoke at length 

With artificial zest ; 

And, in his final flight, declared, 
" How favored is the land 



REMINISCENCES. I39 

Where, sentinels of public peace, 
Labor reformers stand !" 

" ' Labor reformers','' Crispin spoke, 
" That means reformed from work ; 

And rightly named, for well you like 
Life's burdens all to shirk. 

"Below the wrath of common men; 

Too cheap for ours by half, 
We'll not oppose your plannings, but 

Explode them with a laugh !" 

The wit that beamed in Crispin's eyes, 

Put all in merry mood, 
As rang around the galleries 

A soul-refreshing " Good !" 

The gavel man forgot to rap, 

Reporters dropped their notes*, 
And when some one "the question " called, 

The measure had twelve votes ! 



I40 REMINISCENCES. 

And that's the way the party died, 
By this sarcastic Crane ; 

And hence the reason he was sent 
To General Court again. 

And still again was Crane returned, 

Until six times in all ; 
Nor by the lures of lobby men 

Did he from honor fall. 

Yet Crane does not love politics ; 

And, now, in private life. 
He glories in his leathern art, 

His children and his wife ! 



Let not the bards to whom belong 
High themes and lofty verse 

Despise, as all unworthy song. 
The lives these lines rehearse. 



REMINISCENCES. I41 



Though each lived in obscurity, 
Yet each was still a man ; 

As good on earth we seldom see, 
And better never can ! 



Though Smithville was so blest of heaven, 

To it one tedious thorn was given, 

A full "perfected" man of sin, 

Most surely who the purse could win, 

Did he and Satan run a race 

On any course away from grace ! 

Supremely mean in all his deeds, 

His heart as hard as flint ; the needs 

Caused by his extortions moved him not ; 

The pining poor were all forgot. 

Selfish, of marble face, and stern ; 

Full quick to sin, and apt to learn 

The ways of avarice and wrong; 

On primal sin improving long. 

He chose oppression for his art. 

And practiced it with all his heart; 



142 REMINISCENCES. 

His sinning cloaked with graciousness, 
And cursed when he appeared to bless ! 
He so gifted in causing tears 
Had fitting name — Abijah Beers. 
May God protect if here, again, 
So bad a man 'mong living men ! 
And there was not, since earth began, 
So much of meanness in a man. 
To find fit place for him to dwell, 
The liberals declared for hell ! 
He died at last as fools do die; 
Thistles thrive where his ashes lie 1 



Although, in later years, the town 
Has its unwelcome men. 

Whose like the people rightly pray 
May never come again — 

A fellow keen at crooked claims 
And skilled in stealing lands ; 

An undertaker glad to have 

Fresh orders on his hands ; 



REMINISCENCES. I43 

A barrister who nurses feuds 

To have a chance for fees, 
And busy gossips who delight 

To fan a social breeze — 

[n spite of them the people thrive 

And keep the ways of peace ; 
And ever may the dear old town 

In all good things increase ! 

Vet it cannot, nor can the earth, 

Afford us better joys 
Than blisses gemming those dear days 

When you and I were boys ! 

And, still, rejoicing that they live 

In memory our own. 
We will not sigh as passing yeais 

Proclaim us older grown 

And swift the seasons speed their course, 
That bear us both alonsf 



144 ^^^ NATIVE LAND. 

From scenes depicted in these lines 
Of reminiscent song. 

And, now, good friend, a hearty wish, 

And expectation, too. 
That you so live you can delight 

In scenes your boyhood knew • 

And that you reach, at last, beyond 
Earth's changes and its noise, 

Serener joys than those we had 
When you and I were boys ! 



MY NATIVE LAND. 

GOD bless the land where I was born, 
And played, a happy child. 
Ere yet I saw a Southern swamp, 
Or roamed a Western wild ; 
And where, within a cot among 
Tlie Massachusetts hills, 



MY NATIVE LAND. I45 



My early being was attuned 
By cadence of the rills. 



O could I be forgiven, did 

My heart not turn to thee, 
With gratitude and pride, dear land, 

For all thou art to me ! 
Thine atmosphere and scenery, 

Thy present and thy past ; 
Thy trials first, and glory now. 

To last while time shall last ? 



And, in the future of my life. 

Where'er my pathway lies. 
Whatever lot is meted out. 

Or kind, or cold, my skies ; 
Still, evermore, my song, at home, 

Or on a foreign strand. 
Though life, and at the honest hour — 

God bless my native land ! 



146 THE SWEETHEART. 

THE SWEETHEART. 

SO bold, should one of you accuse 
That some sweet girl inspires my muse, 
To all the rest it would be news, 
But not to me. 



The maiden never tells the fact 
By any word or any act, 
Evincing such consummate tact 
To keep it hid. 



She is not reckoned on the list 
Of those who try to " keep it whist," 
And in the search she might assist 
And none surmise 



There was a reason for the zest 
Wherewith she aided in the quest 
To which the searchers had addressed 
Their skill in vain. 



FOR ALL LIKE THEE. I47 

Keeping the secret a little more, 
We twain, as others have before, 
Will seek the parson's friendly door, 
And tell it there i 



FOR ALL LIKE THEE. 

MAIDEN discreet, I give thee praise 
For words select and comely ways, 
And wish thee many joyous days, 
And worthy friends. 

May Honor win, by grand address. 
The blissful good of thy caress. 
And True Love come, thy heart to bless. 
And Hope to cheer. 

For all like thee discreetly kind 
May every cloud be silver-lined ; 
For them be thornless roses twined, 
And evergreen ! 



148 " THE STARS HAVE HEARD." 

" THE STARS HAVE HEARD. " 

FULL oft the stars have heard thee say 
Thou think'st him grand and true, 
Yet never hast thou dared to hope 
That he would love thee too. 

To thee, unconscious of thy charms, 

Unthinking of thy worth, 
'Twas wonder that, for him, thy love 

Should make a heaven of earth. 

Thou winsome one, sincere and sweet, 

So frank, and yet so coy, — 
If strange it seems, yet 'tis not strange 

Thy love should give him joy ! 



"COME, HAPPY BIRD." 

COME, happy bird of sweetest note, 
Blithe bird of brightest wing, 
Of one who close resembles thee 
Thy choicest matin sing. 



"come, happy bird." 149 

She charms her home, as thou thy bower, 

With liquid warblings sweet, 
And marks each hour with words sincere 

And winsome ways discreet. 



Sing, bird, so bravely and so well 
That one who seeks her hand 

Shall be inspired to speak and act 
The bravest in the land. 



For only thus shall he attain 

To favor in her eyes, 
Who but withholds, that he may win, 

What he esteems a prize ; 



While hers is modest estimate 
Of worth she may possess. 

As thine, sweet warbler, of thy songs, 
His listening ears that bless. 



150 "prize thou thyself. 

Come, happy bird of sweetest note, 
Blithe bird of brightest wing, 

Of one who close resembles thee 
Thy choicest matin sing ! 



" PRIZE THOU THYSELF." 

O blest with innocence and health, 
And wisdom far above thy years, 
Who hast not felt heart-rending griefs. 
Nor wept the bitter, scalding tears, — 

Exquisite maiden, whose bright ways 
Are pride of her who thee did bear, 

And who, these years, with tender hand. 
Hath nurtured thee with fondest care,- 



Prize thou thyself, thy kindred prize, 
Thy home and all its quiet joys ; 

And keep thee, much as in thee lies, 
From earth's frivolity and noise. 



"prize thou thyself." 151 

Cherish the gift of thy good sense, 

And do thou bravely live and keep 
Thy soul from all that causes shame 

And makes the watching angels weep ! 



For thee, God grant the kindest skies, 
For thee, sincerest, noblest friends; 

For thee, all earth's substantial good, 
And heaven, when earth's ordeal ends. 



For him whose worth deserves thy heart, 
And whose brave ways thy heart shall win. 

May brightest stars benignant beam, 
For him, and all his noble kin. 



O, blest with innocence and health, 
And wisdom far above thy years. 

Thy heart be long unknown to grief, 
And long thine eyes unknown to tears ! 



152 A TRIBUTE. 

A TRIBUTE. 

O THOUGHT supreme of grand delight ! 
My country's bards have said 
That words which my poor pen has traced 

Are worthy to be read ! 
And one who ruled Columbia's realm 

Gave his illustrious name, 
To tell the world a song of mine 
Is not unworthy fame ! 

With rhythmic record of these joys, 

This truth, ye friends of mine : 
Had ye not been the friends ye are, 

I had not penned a line 
That could command the hearty praise 

Those high-born singers give 
For numbers brief of mine that tell 

The harmonies ye live. 

And thou, true friend of other days, 
And loyal through these years 



A TRIBUTE. 153 

Of Fortune's oft recurring frowns, 

And varied hopes and fears, 
Had I, in this grand hour, the harp 

On which in rapture hung 
The men who heard when that great bard. 

The peerless Milton sung, 



Then might I dare to try to sing, 

In fitting terms of praise, 
Thou man of high and sterling worth, 

The grandeur of thy ways. 
And goodness of thy heart sincere. 

Whose faith will make sublime 
Such words as even I can bring 

To speak of thee in rhyme ! 



Accept, selectest man I know. 
Who met my sadder years, 

And all unmindful of thy griefs, 
Wast mindful of my tears ; 



154 A TRIBUTE. 

Whose kindness, when but few were kind, 

And noble gentleness, 
Came so refreshingly to me, 

And royally did bless ; 

Accept the gratitude, too small, 

My heart would offer thee. 
For thine example and thine aid 

So freely granted me ; 
The heartiest words and kindest deeds, 

Wisely, yet freely, given. 
Imparting to my bitterest hours 

A foretaste of my heaven. 

Once, scorned by those whom I had blest, 

And doubted for my trust, 
My pleasant plans were broken all. 

My hopes were in the dust. 
Then thou didst cheer me — blessed hour ! 

And sacred be the spot 
When earth's ignoble men are both 

Forofiven and forgot ! 



INTO THE SUNSHINE. 155 



INTO THE SUNSHINE. 

AWAY from doubts that chill and blight, 
Into the joy of faith's clear light, 
Far from the doubts that chill and blight, 

Come to the sunshine bringing bloom, 
For the rose there's always room ; 
Come to the sunshine bringing bloom. 

Into the sunshine of belief 

Lead thou the stricken sons of grief, 

Into the sunshine of belief ; 

Into the sunshine, with a song. 

To cheer their faltering steps along ; 

Into the sunshine with a song. 

Give them the sunshine of your trust ; 
If they have joy you surely must 
Bestow the sunshine of your trust. 



156 INTO THE SUNSHINE. 

Abundantly to them impart 

The sunshine of a generous heart ; 

Full and free to them impart. 



Live in the sunshine while you live, 
And unto all your sunshine give ; 
Live in the sunshine while you live. 



Into the sunshine when you die ; 
Into the sunshine, through the sky — 
Beyond the sunshine, when you die ! 



Beyond the sunshine and the sun. 
Where thou, with all thy toiling done, 
In that good land beyond the sun. 



Beyond the doubts that chill and blight, 
Shalt dwell in the unceasing light, 
Beyond the doubts that chill and blight ! 



THE CONFLICT. 157 

THE CONFLICT. 

CELESTIAL one, who canst inspire 
With wisdom to attune the lyre, 
If hither shall incline thy wing, 
Come, heavenly muse, and aid to sing ; 
That, haply, thus the song may tell 
The truth that solves life's problem well, 
The truth which rightly shall explain 
The mystery of grief and pain 
That darkens days of every year 
Of all the troubled journey here. 
Through scene, in which, or brief or wide, 
Who fares through it shall ills betide ! 
That course extends where thistles grow 
And noxious airs unceasing blow ; 
Through desert where, by day and night, 
Hyenas haunt and fiends affright 
And challenge to unequal fight 
Those who survive the previous way 
Where unchained lions prowl for prey! 

And yet, above this scene there flies 
The sweetest bird from Paradise ; 



158 THE CONFLICT. 

'Tis named the bird of hope below, 
And given the ken our lives to know ; 
Kind acts alone, and righted wrong, 
Awake for men this warbler's song! 
And when it sings the skies give ear 
That they the dulcet notes may hear ; 
And fly, at Charity's commands, 
From heaven to earth, the radiant bands 
Of angels missioned to attend 
When man to brother man is friend. 
Intent to bless the helpful deed 
That mortals do for those in need. 
When love inspires the bird to sing. 
The full, melodious caroling 
They hear, and speed on bravest wing. 

Affrighted by that song of cheer. 

Then flee the fiends that hovered near, 

Aware it augurs near at hand 

The powers their might cannot withstand. 

And life's wild desert comes to be 

A land of sweet fertility. 

Where pleasant groves, and verdant hills. 



THE CONFLICT. 1 59 

And songsters blithe, and joyous rills, 

Give foretaste of the land above 

Where dwelleth the Eternal Love 

That sent the wondrous Christ to earth, 

To teach mankind the priceless worth 

And beauty of unselfishness, 

And show how godlike 'tis to bless ! 



In days when pilgrims had been brave 

And conquered all who battle gave, 

The fiends, enraged to think it true 

Twelve months since fiend a pilgrim slew, 

Assembled that they plan to slay 

Whoever next should take his way 

Along the dangerous, desert road 

Whereon, of old, Apollyon trode. 

And Doubt, the monster known as Fear, 

Sat eminent, and Hate was near, 

With score of impish Jealousies. 

And sneaking Slander, versed in lies, 

And Selfishness, and Envy came, 

With lesser fiends that have no name. 



l6o THE CONFLICT. 

And Fear they chose and clad him well 
With mail that was annealed in hell, 
And armed him with a heavy blade 
That seemed for some dread business made. 
And more did they appoint, to guard. 
That pilgrim should not press too hard 
Their champion, furnished for the fight. 
Who seemed himself a host could fright. 



The morrow's morn the retinue 
Before their chief pass in review. 
And, taking chains for Fear to bind 
His victim, if his greed inclined. 
They march away and soon descry 
A man of pilgrim panoply; 
One in whose face, if fiends could learn 
To read such mien, they might discern. 
Beneath the sweet, exquisite grace, 
Speaking almost an angel's face. 
The power foretelling their defeat 
Who dared his trusty blade to meet. 
Yet him they venture to assault, 



THE CONFLICT. l6l 

And pay most dearly for the fault. 
Six guards the pilgrun conquered soon 
And others routed at high noon, 
When fierce the towering fiend appeared, 
Derisive laughed and loudly jeered, 
And struck, as if a blow should spill 
The life scarce worth his while to kill ! 
The thrust quick parried, then the foe : 
" I, who have laid the bravest low. 
Swear now by yon meridian sun 
In one short hour thy warring's done ! " 
Yet he so fenced the blows away 
Whom Fear thought was an easy prey, 
Half down the sky the lustre stood 
Ere fiendish blade had tasted blood. 

And, with his wound, courageous grew 
The man, the conflict to renew ; 
And yet, though well he bore the blows 
Dealt by the fiend, whose iury rose 
Till glowed his face aflame with rage 
That such brave war the man could wage, 
As o'er the scene the anxious sky 



l62 THE CONFLICT. 

Noted the passioned hours go by, 
The warrior's surely ebbing might 
Showed he must yield, at last, the fight, 
And nature sighed in grief to see 
The fiend was gaining mastery. 

When sad the sunset closed the day 

That trembled with the mighty fray, 

Deep-hewn by Fear and left in bands. 

To perish on Doubt's desert sands, 

His wounds proclaimed that long and well 

The hero battled ere he fell. 

Yet he, though brave, was vanquished still, 

With spirit crushed and broken will, 

And fitting were the sombre skies 

In which it seemed no sun could rise ! 

Responsive to the sufferer's moans, 

The wild waste thrilled with thunder tones. 

Yet rains blessed not those desert airs — 

There are no tears for some despairs ! 

Yet no despairs but some kind deed 
Would meet the saddened spirit's need — 



THE CONFLICT. 163 

Revive the dying heart to tears 

And strength to rout the worst of fears, 

Or hold the cruel foes at bay 

Till there good angels take their way. 

And, in that brave man's night of doubt, 

From which the stars were blotted out, 

A night through which alone could see 

High-visioned soul of Charity, 

A gracious act and hearty word 

Awoke for him hope's happy bird, 

Whose singing put his foe to flight, 

That, lingering in the murky night, 

Did gleeful laugh at every sigh 

That spoke the sufferer's wish to die ! 



A stranger o'er that desert way 
Came where the panting sufferer lay, 
Knelt like a brother at his side 
And tried to staunch the ruddy tide. 
And, ere the wounded man could ask, 
Proffered him water from his flask. 
The hero drank, his thirst to slake, 



164 THE CONFLICT. 

And thus, in heartfelt whispers, spake : 
" Grateful that Providence did send. 
For thy coming, I thank thee, friend. 
Searching if other havoc made 
By that dread monster's wicked blade, 
Bestow thy further blessing there 
Till angels shall relieve thy care. 
And I am safe ; a bird doth sing ! 
They come ; I hear an angel's wing ! " 
Passed then whom he saw not before, 
And here he never saw him more, 
But heard that, full of years and faith. 
He crossed the river men call death. 



And through that midnight to the plains, 
To oint his wounds and loose his chains 
Whom first a human friend addressed, 
Whom first a man had cheered and blessed. 
The bright ones of the pitying skies 
Came swift of wing for such emprise. 
And clusters brought from heavenly vine. 
High-cultured for the feasts divine. 



THE CONFLICT. 165 



Of these he ate, and peaceful slept, 
The while the angels vigil kept, 
Until, o'er eastern hills, there came 
The flushes of a rosy flame, 
And Orient gave a morn that glows 
In memory bright as when it rose 
With Heaven's high approval smiled 
On every feature of the wild ! 



The desert greened to grassy glades. 
Wherein, to cadence of cascades, 
By happy brooks and blessed with shades, 
That, frequent as the hero's needs. 
Were flecked along the flowery meads, 
His heart harmonious with the day. 
He fared with gladsomeness his way ; 
To each entrancing scene and song 
Awake, and yet sustained and strong, 
And not o'ercome by sudden boon, 
That still came not the least too soon. 
Surveying, with emotions due. 
Earth still the same yet grandly new ! 



1 66 THE CONFLICT. 

And he for whom that radiance shone, 

Unselfish by its sweetness grown, 

And deeming all his trials sent 

Of Heaven for his development, 

Is given a truer, keener ken 

I'o read the wants of wretched men. 

An ear attentive to their grief, 

A ready hand for their relief. 

And voice that wakes for them a bird 

Like that whose song his darkness heard. 

And, brighter than his morning rose, 
Meridian joy serenely glows 
O'er him, for whom no fateful night 
Shall interpose between the light 
Of sunset and the heavenly day. 
Where faith's sublimest splendors play 
And ever shines the golden worth 
Of deeds of kindness done on earth ! 



There, radiant with celestial grace, 
Smiles now the well remembered face 



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Of him he saw but once before ; 
Resplendent on the other shore, 
The one who blessed his desert night 
Is reigning with the sons of light ! 



There, thrilling the angelic lyres, 
Delight of all the heavenly choirs, 
The song of hope that once he heard. 
The carol of the joyous bird 
That charmed the midnight of the plains. 
When angels came to loose his chains ! 



They thought to con the numbers high. 
To aid the anthems of the sky ; 
And that glad song, to cheer him, given. 
Is evermore a hymn of heaven. 
Harmonious with the rhythmic spheres 
And cadence of the eternal years ! 



